All the men smile
by James Coburn
Trump the lump began to fall
too many salacious remarks
for the Don to take to the ball.
With four-letter words disaster loomed.
Running mate Pence extended his move.
He would not defend four-letter words
written about women with disdain to surge.
In his lofty perch of cathedral blend
Pence prepares for 2020
with would-be presidential men.
But there peeks Cruz from baptismal
curtain drawn, relishing the purity
of his own self-proclaimed presidential song.
And all the men smile with presidential charm
hoping to drop Donald in the midst of alarm.
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